Glory in the Rain

Bleak skies.

sun in hiding.

A deluge

I despair.

The west coast is parched and burning


I fear

the rain.

Complicated convolutions

convolvulus binds and bends

Blue beauty only lasts

(Well into the day)


Bright sun

held at bay

The mind can be incredibly protective. early warning systems hell bent on survival aren’t best at finesse.

Survival at any cost easily takes the reins.

It’s taken me a long time and a lot of work to appreciate how my mind altered due to trauma.

There are many difficult stages one can’t really skip. Finding safety has to come first. That’s much harder in this world.

My clever mind spent decades devising the means for survival but the one I never suspected would help the most was curiosity.

Curiosity just so happens to be my very top character trait .

It was curiosity that led me to ‘ look for the good’ in times of devastation. Not the silver lining, not the things that remained, or things gained.

If I had to find a metaphor it would be in the way the earth became richer when rivers seasonally flooded their banks , or the way windstorms weed out weaker tall trees to give sun to their progeny, and naturally occurring grass fires create the most abundant prairies. The good that would not be possible without the destruction.

We visited a garden center despite the overcast, windy rain. Yet another tropical disturbance. Beta is set to become a hurricane. We missed the worst of Laura and Sally, Beta doesn’t seem much of a threat to us.

I’m not aware if my old fear of loss and chaos due to flood is preying on my mind. I can’t really be spending my time thinking on it, it goes nowhere.

Typically September in the south means most plants have bolted to seed, become leggy or are going dormant. Very little fall color unless we get an unusually cold night or two. It’s bleak in an abandoned parking lot kind of way.

All along the edge of the garden center is a drainage canal. It’s sides filled with the wild trees and shrubs.

We went to see if an unusual lizard we saw last time was around, or an alligator in the water. What we saw instead took our breath away.

Blue. Stunning ultraviolet and electric blue. The morning glory covered in open flowers. Open in mid afternoon because of

The rain.

Published by J Kharey; Resilient Chameleon

I am The Resilient Chameleon. Mastering self-adaptation, reinvention and transformation, trying to fit my vast multi-passionate psyche into society's too small box, I missed something intrinsically important, the only truth we can live is our own. The only true path we can follow is the one our own soul knows. Insatiably curious, never content to not understand a life lived in paradoxes and consistently inconsistent, mine is not the sterile landscape; I find order in the chaos of wild plantings, patterns creating harmony, awe in the sacredness, the spice of surprise and the equanimity of synchronicity. In this Sanctuary you have many choices. Come join me on my journey and walk beside me for a while, explore with the eyes of a different perspective, or travel your own path. Together we can plant and nurture the seeds that allow our souls to flower. It is never too late to bloom.

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